Luke Morrow Novels & Stories

“That’s Jeremy Evans.” Luke came in then with all sorts of snacks, a jar of cookies and a pack of beer. “You know my father?” he asked as he set everything down on the table. My eyes widened. No freaking way was Jeremy Evans, the most famous artists in all of Utah and beyond, Luke Evan’s father. How did I not know that? “I believe everyone in Utah knows your dad. He’s the freaking greatest!” He popped open a can and sipped it. “Nice.” He set the can down and clapped his hands together. “Ready for a match? COD or…”

Who wouldn’t be blushing when you see an out-of-this-world kind of man with a broad body, yummy figure, and deep baritone voice? That is making him stand-out from the rest. Luke is an intelligent, hard-working, and billionaire sugar daddy. He always spoils his woman until he will be tired of having fun with them. Perhaps, he won’t even bother to change women because a womanizer like him is such a jackpot for others. His father firmly believes in him rather than the rest of his brothers.

He worked hard to counter his father while not losing his inheritance by damaging his father’s odd world view. “Well, let’s start.” Damien began to prepare for the day. He didn’t bother wasting time asking simple questions. A single glance at his phone and he had all his answers. He’d things to prove and plans to make. Nothing’s instantaneous, even in this fast-paced world. “You wanted information on David Moore, April Moore, their business, family, friends, and other connections. You requested a focus on connections with Chloe Carleton. Since, you know the historic facts as you were involved. I’ll gloss over.” Luke said. He pulled a palm tablet from his portfolio.

"They can't betray Luke even if they try. His mark is active, and it will override that of their Alphas'" he said, and I nodded. I did not think it was necessary to share my fears to that extent with Kirk. The truth was, I doubt Luke could control what he did in Eastwood. Knowing that he is partly from there, the rightful Alpha of Eastwood and an heir of Neev, it is plausible that his Moon Keymark would easily override the Marks of the wolves from Eastwood's neighbouring packs because they are from the same source. Luke should naturally be able to override the mark of every pack on the Island because they all come from the Woodclaw clan, but I doubt Luke could wield that strength at will. I

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Jarek The door clicked shut behind me, but I didn’t move. Just stood there in the hallway like a man walking away from a war zone—unsure if the ringing in his ears meant he won or if he was bleeding out somewhere he couldn’t see. She told me everything. And I couldn’t stop hearing it. Luke fucking Jones. The junkie coward who latched onto her after her brother died. Who used his patch and his last name like weapons—claiming Sable in public, beating her in private. Making her run his drugs, making her lie for him, making her smaller.

This wasn’t just an attack—it was a message. “She’s gone,” he whispered. Ravik’s voice echoed in his mind. Find her. Hunt them down. Tear them apart. But who? Who had dared to abduct his Luna? His thoughts immediately went to Valerian. That snake had been too quiet lately. His movements unpredictable, his mind unreadable. It wouldn’t be beyond him to use something this underhanded. But Alexandro had no proof. And accusing Valerian without evidence would plunge the two packs into a war neither was ready for.

“Come on, let’s get going.” “Luke, do you know a Jordan?” Luke went still and turned back to us slowly. “Jordan?” I nodded. “Tall. Dark hair? Brown eyes. Pretty friendly and laid back?” His lips twitched. “Jordan… died several years ago.” My eyes widened. “Wh-What? But we—” I looked at Duke who looked solemn. “He’s… in the in-between?” “Another victim of the Moon Goddess,” Luke said. “Don’t worry about it. He’s… mostly happy. He always wanted to attend Hecate. I think he’ll pass on soon.”

CHAPTER 3 “He doesn’t like to be late, young mistress.” Irene said out of breath as she pushed the door open. Luke was already there. With his back to us, he stood before a twenty-foot mural of a massacred village with a towering werewolf standing on a heap of human skulls. His silhouette was still, unflinching and mysterious. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand. He was six-foot-five of devastating charm wrapped in shadow, his jet-black hair tousled like it forgot to behave, carelessly enough to look like a hot mess. His lips too perfect to mean anything true.

I shook as I stood in the middle of the bedroom wondering what I would do. There was no time to put on makeup to hide how much Mother had punctured my flesh with her long nails. Or the handprint from where Father grabbed me roughly. I wished more than anything that I had covered up the marks first thing when I arrived home. Instead, I’d wallowed in my sadness–something that was getting me in trouble already. “You’re not naked,” Nikolas said from the door. He still had his gun in his hands and that dangerous look in his eyes.